Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1887-08-27
RAISED FROM THE SLUMS.

RAISED FROM The SLUMS.
Adelaide Morrison was metaphysically
inclined. She had as yet no specially
fixed creed or logged obstinacies, but
at times she would so express hersel
chat one could readily perceive sor
of mental agitation, and divine the up
rising of embryo theories concerning
much-debated questions. Had hel
profession been that of letters instead
of art, it is quite possible these vague
tendencies might have strengthened ii
time to absolute beliefs, and blossomeC
or fruited in verse or prose for the
delectation of the world at large.
But she was not writer. And brush
and pencil afford one slight opportu
nifty to define ones "isms."
She was not superstitious yet she
believed good deal in dreams. She
had some thoughts on evolution, but
did not relinquish her Christian faith.
She dearly loved to investigate; and
many psychological problem came to
engross her as she toiled away in hel
sixth-story studio, day after day, fan
above the rush and clamor of the city
or strolled dreamily homeward wher
the sun went down.
1t was something in this line that
occupied her thoughts as she walked
westward that pleasant afternoon. The
setting sun was full in her face, yet sc
absorbed was she that she knew naught
of it, nor of the noisy tangle of wagons
and cabs and street-cars and promen.
aders, out of whose maze she had safely
threaded her way. Instinct impelled
her; her gaze was interpretive, and
her face relaxed into tender express.
sion, rather poetic face, with dusky
eyes and hair. AS she passed away
from the central hubbub and through q
quieter street, some one touched he1
arm, and she stopped.
"In dream as usual, said the blithe
voice of a friend. @Been to the matt
pee:"
Adelaide answered slowly as one just
awakened.
"No, have come from the studio.
would have stopped at your house,
Nina, but did not notice when I passed
it."
"Come back" said the other, apretty
little doll of blonde.
Miss Morrison shook her head.
"No, 1 must go on home. But you
will you not come with me?" She
put slender, gray-gloved hand upon
her friends arm, and at that gentlest
of touches the blonde seemed to melt
into accordant motion. They walked
a. a moderate pace Adelaide spoke
first, looking straight ahead in an alb
sracted way, while her companion
gazed up in her face.
81 cannot tell you what it is, but
something is making me very restless
to-day. 1t seems as if some one I have
known were in trouble and calling fo1
me calling, calling in a great despair.
If 1 could only know where to go and
find him."
The little friend laughed.
at is he?"
But Adelaide's somber eyes reflected
no pleasure. She went on in the same
strious way.
at seems to me as if must in some
way discover where to CO."
When she had said this, they walked
along in silence until Nina remarked.
suddenly.
Tomorrow is Sunday. Have you
anything new to wear?"
The trifiing question Jared upon
Adelaide at the moment. She did not
: reply. They had reached her home by
this time and they went in together.
Nina resumed upon the topic oh.
viously dearest to her soul.
my new costume" she said, as they
entered the vestibule, "is perfect
poem.
Adelaide was fumbling for her key.
eyes," she said, mechanically.
"A perfect symphony"
They we're ascending the stairs,
Adelaide leading, to the topmost floor,
where sunny parlor made home for
the young artist. On the first landing
the symphony had been hastily sketched
in four movements: bonnet, parasol,
gloves, and dress. On the second q
brief rhapsody had been audible con-
corning minor details. and on the third,
the young lady of fashion had COM
bined minimum of Christian charity
with preponderance of self-congratu.
lation.
"My dressmaker is such worthy
woman, she said, and works so cheap
Indeed the poor thing has hard time
making ends meet. If you want an OPP
portunity to interest yourself in any
one. Adelaide, here it is. I will take
you to see her."
Adelaide's parlor had two windows
At which white curtains duttersd. for